Guard Duty (Open to soldiers and slaves)

[Malum]

Man, how much I HATE this slave compound! Cynthis thought as she entered for Guard Duty. All eyes turned towards her as the gate slammed shut. Eyes, eyes, all looking at her, slave, and soldier alike. She smiled and walked over into the compund.
"I'm here to releive you sir," Cynthia Said.
He looked at her, nodded his head, and walked out. Once again, all eyes tured on her, as she fidgeted with her cloak. Not looking at them. She heard a sound from behind her and withdrew her sword sharply, turning to face the beast that made that sound. She pointed the sharp of the blade at the creatures throat, when she noticed that it was an old, weak looking slave staring at her in fear and defiance.
"Err....Um...Back...To..Your...Bed? Cynthia said, fidgeting with her cloak once again. The slave turned around to go back to bed, but not before uttering one word..
"Vermin!" The slave said in a raspy voice. As the word reached her ear she flinched and slowly drew her sword out of it's sheath and stalked towards the slave. It looked up and looked back at her in defiance once again. Then, like a flash, another slave came at her, he grabbed the old one and got in between him and her.
"Don't.....touch...him!" He growled at her, showing his teeth. Stunned, Cynthia backed offf and sheathed her sword.

[Arturo]

"...and one there," Riven finished. The stoat she'd been talking to nodded and went off to post the extra guards; though there hadn't been any attacks on the Fort as of late, she was feeling tense, and increasing security was an easy way to distract herself. Besides, she wasn't the only agitated one. She could feel it everywhere she went in the Fort, and there was no way she was going to let it interfere with her job. Unless, of course, there was a benefit to it. She never ceased analyzing everything for a hidden advantage.

With the little conference over, the rat's brow furrowed at the sound of something behind her. It sounded like...

...like disobedience.

Rolling her eyes contemptuously, she whirled about and straightened up her skinny little body, preparing to chew out whichever one of these guards was letting a slave talk to them that way. Of course...Cynthia. The mushy little pushover, she wasn't much use for anything. Guards like her were just an example of how incompetent Fort soldiers could be, and incompetence was one thing Riven could barely stand. Striding over, she pointed her finger at the slave and snapped, "You. Back to your compound NOW, before I kick you down the stairs and across the lawn myself." Glancing sideways at the ferret, she hissed, "And you along with him, if you keep acting like a spineless whelp every time a slave starts yelling." No wonder they couldn't keep control; the other guards acted like weaklings!

[Malum]

"You. Back to your compound NOW, before I kick you down the stairs and across the lawn myself, and you along with him, if you keep acting like a spineless whelp every time a slave starts yelling."

So that..that..that..VERMIN, thought she was spineless? I'll show you spineless... She thought to herself, drawing out her sword and advancing. No, no, no! You have to keep your cool! No killing! No Killing, no killing, no killing.....Grrrr....I HATE BEING A SPY!
"Yes, ma'rm. I'll do better next time yer captainship. I'll jus' keepa watch'n 'ere again 'til 'de next 'oldier coms'a 'ere 'te replace me'"

[Arturo]

Yes, ma'rm. I'll do better next time yer captainship. I'll jus' keepa watch'n 'ere again 'til 'de next 'oldier coms'a 'ere 'te replace me.'"

Riven narrowed her eyes; this ferret should have known she wasn't a captain, even if she did act like one. Of course, in the past several weeks, things hadn't gotten much less chaotic; after the slave escape and N'tashi's death, things always seemed to be in some sort of disorder. That high and mighty Lorna just acted like she was in complete control of everything...

"...well, yes, that would be your job," Riven said uncertainly, scrutinizing Cynthia's face for a sign of, well, anything. There was just something about her that seemed a little off, and while there were probably bigger things to be concerned with, the rat liked to be on top of everything. Turning away to leave, she halted momentarily as a thought struck her. "Ferret," she said in a more amiable tone, "What do you think of Lorna?"

[Malum]

"Ferret, what do you think of Lorna?"

Cynthia gulped in her head.
"Well, she 'eems 'ike a' 'ery stron' 'east 'ho iz'a 'he righ' 'eastie 'o be 'da 'orde 'aptain...